The past several days have been really dark and heavy, leaving me to wonder if I’m ever going to find peace again. Don’t try to hide it. I see your heads ping-ponging from side to side waiting to see who will win the match. She’s sad! (boos) She’s happy! (applause) She’s weak! (BOOOOOOOO) Wait…no…she’s strong! (loud cheering) Hold on a minute, folks, she seems to have…wait one second while we get.
My ex-husband moved out at the beginning of February and our divorce was final in July. Rebound knocked on the door in April. Around a month ago, he scored his final touchdown, did a little end-zone dance, and kept running. (Let me grab my calculator.) That equals around two months of being on my own. My point? I haven’t had much, if any, emotional healing. Speaking of emotional healing… People offer loads of.
9-30-15 I’m tired all day, yet, the moment it’s time for bed, my mind wakes up to play mind games. Here I am, sprawled across the foot of my bed, with two kids and two dogs. This morning, when the sun peeked through the shutters, I begged it to go away and leave me in the dark. So, it’s going to be one of those days, huh? But, because the sun was being.
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